Disclaimer: My bank account would be much bigger if I owned HP
When the world lit up, as the darkness was sent away, the world was still dark for one creature. Merpole Gaunt (now partially catatonic) sat at her kitchen table, wishing the pain and fear would just fuck off.
After that night the Gaunt Heiress was never the same again. After all her ex-fiancée, the violator, the dark stain upon humanity, was finally gone. Yet she could feel not happiness, but emptiness.
But as she stroked the lump that her stomach was becoming, she felt hope. Hope that her child would live, cry, have fun and after all that die of old age after a life that wasn't set by anyone else!
Hope consumed The last Gaunt, for her child would live, and carry on the ruthless name of Gaunt, but not using despair (Like it once was) but with honour and fire enough to never surrender .
